Poetry Blog by John E Marks
Jason on Tankaesque (8 days ago)
A great deceit is practised by the liars who rule the world
Playing the fool they tell us we cannot be ourselves.
And we believe them, more fool we.
They tell us to be satisfied, to fall into line,
But amongst themselves they call us
Filthy, ignorant swine.
They drink their wine slowly,
Savour every drop.
Laugh at the face outside the window
Dirty, ignorant sop.
On April 19, 1903 in Viar...
Sunday 18th April 2021 11:48 pm
squabbling, fighting, reeling words
sore with myself.
so sore with myself
a world of regret,
This absence of you
it's all I can do to write to you.
O! I wish I could turn words into wishes.
O! I wish my days would fall into line
my eyes rise for you
without the slightest disguise
This evening is so heavy, the rain has been & gone,
Friday 9th April 2021 10:17 pm
In Victoria Park Salford we held a party
On the 2nd April for Charlotte who was 2
On April Fool’s Day. There were balloons
Footballs, Easter eggs and so much love.
It was cold but very sunny, she loved it.
Charlotte is not a people person per se
She likes space, walking and talking
To herself and Peppa Pig who came
To her party but did not impress her.
Just a big cartoon pig who disappear...
Friday 2nd April 2021 11:03 pm
I had returned to that reassuring but profoundly unsatisfactory state known as 'being in one's right mind.”
― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
The days of stormy autumn come
Mother, child, brother, son,
Memories, like dust, infest my eyes,
Swirling, like Turner’s skies;
Like water under wind,
Mixing greys and blacks, whites and blues,
A chiaroscuro, tussling monochromes
Thursday 1st April 2021 8:01 pm
I stumble into my usual discontented
bout of sleep -
a fragment of the fourth dimension
traps my insides inside an echo of a dream –
time, like the river Lethe,washes over me,
I am left bereft, left to float upon the river of unmindfulness
towards the golden dome which glows with synesthetic force –
a pulsating kaleidoscope of times – present-future-past –
Monday 29th March 2021 12:18 am
This mourning moon comes out too soon
This unrest rids me of the zest for living
My insides squirm towards a common grief
An inside loneliness that strips me apart.
My body is dying, sentenced to death.
I know: despite this cavalier attitude, that I owe you
So much, the clouds are so vast and we are so small.
Yet I must prepare, for when I am not here. not there
Things do not go my way: s...
Wednesday 10th March 2021 9:22 pm
As we move towards the Ides
of March, awake, as if from sleep,
Peep up at the snow moon sky.
If you want to read this sky
look up, be high, as clouds
scurry by, just as they did
in Roman times. Forget
context – be free to see
the full moon of late February
slide across the Aurora sun.
Thursday 25th February 2021 9:55 pm
Shadow behind the sun, the echo of her words,
Meanings stuck in transit, the music of the Byrds,
Brimming lives at stake, my friend, as all hearts ache;
Years pass by like phantoms, passions of the heart
Stalk in silence the silence of her heart, faeries take their part.
Forget what you remember, give and never take.
Lift the veil off the mysteries, see the lady of the lake. Silky torn up la...
Tuesday 16th February 2021 1:07 pm
Published in The Express Tribune, April 19th, 2011
Abstracted in Afghanistan
I pick cankers for a simple
choose a rhapsody in blue
love lapis lazuli
I paint the Virgin Mary
with ultramarine pigment
extracted from lapis lazuli
where I am with the brave Kalash,
in their snow-capped mountains,
of the Hindu Kush,
The blue-blue skies
reflect their blue-green...
Saturday 6th February 2021 11:14 pm
I do not think
But I am living under this mountain,
That might crush the life out of me
Any time, any day,
So, I drink anyway.
Too much grandiosity
Dims the soul
Makes us old.
I hear the wise ones pleading, screaming when on fire,
So much screaming, as the flames they get higher:
Hebane, belladonna, mandrake, datura
All of these, like mescaline, can see right through yer.
Tuesday 2nd February 2021 10:46 pm
Freezing rain soaks my clothes, my hair,
I do not care. I am not there.
I stare at the mortar
between the crumbling bricks in this old wall
built by the calloused hands of men who’d survived
the Somme. Who’d been called ‘dirty scabs’
in 1929 by striking dockers, miners. They’d hung their heads in shame
but they’d had mouths to feed. They’d taken any work they could obtain.
Monday 1st February 2021 12:25 pm
The best of us British fell on the Somme, Verdun, Passchendaele,
Our luckier cousins had long ago set off across the broad Atlantic
Convicts moved to the antipodes, to the Swan River of Western Australia
Convict scum of the East End born to live again.
The ragged Scots, after Culloden
So many Irish everywhere in the Empire
The Raj with the spice and ...
Friday 22nd January 2021 10:41 pm
Sky and sea and land, these three amigos,
like love and fate,
lately delayed the day when the dreadful daylight starts
of unkept promises and broken hearts.
God’s dying conspired to extinguish every ounce of youth and beauty
to send us scurrying to the heaven-sent skies,
or some dreamy city of the sultry south,
where word of mouth only carries a smidgen of meaning,
and that’s ...
Tuesday 19th January 2021 7:37 pm
“Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
A rose in December,
snows in July,
as far as we know
the unexpected will die.
Common sense has infirmities
with pie in the sky;
we seek to get by.
Nothing happens too late
that isn’t taboo
a floating moon slips
above stone-built walls,
a story of ...
Monday 18th January 2021 3:14 pm
Waiting for the barbarians is over:
A whiter shades of pale, pretty traces of lace,
Reveal in opal-sluminosity these late Romans,
Their indigo-dream, red with gore on this bloody May Day
Arabian savagery negates their absorption into the timeless
Creation of Constantinople’s drift and swell,
Elysium’s perfumed garden of lucidity broken by
Mehmed’s Turkic desecration, his sweltering road to ...
Saturday 16th January 2021 11:51 pm